Poetry – Eccentric Exploration

Poetry Writings

Day 5. Holy.

by Trish / 06/11/2018

I wake to the sound of rain and the reverence of early morning. Contemplative among a cathedral grove of mist soaked trees and head bowed to the page under my knees, bent in genuflected repose toward a spark, with air, makes flame, gives heat. The ritual of a well tended fire reminds me to pay attention to those things I require. Air, fuel, spark. I am wrapped in quiet, a conduit for thoughts unprocessed and dreams yet to be realized.…

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Poetry Writings

Day one. Heartbeat

by Trish / 01/11/2018

Heart beat. Once upon a time, someone offered me perspective. “Your heart is roughly the same size and shape as your fist.” Somewhere along the way I forgot that it is strong enough to take a punch. Somewhere along the way I started to treat it more like a glass jaw, fragile and susceptible to irreparable harm. Somewhere along the way I forgot that it delights in a good thumping, with a pulse powerful enough to push plasma. We don’t…

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Fiction Poetry Writings

A gift of murder

by Trish / 26/10/2018

The moon was bright, bone china white as I sat beneath the trees. Their branches stark, beckoned the dark, devoid of all their leaves. I waited there, in cooling air, As the last of daylight faded. Shadows grew, until I knew The hush of night pervaded. From time to time, a sip of wine, For warmth as much as mettle To see it through, this thing I do Even lesser tasks unsettle. I’ve considered how, with knitted brow, To repay…

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Poetry Prompted

A pantoum on the subject of living in Ymir

by Trish / 06/09/2018

On the subject of a Pantoum Sleepy quiet mountain town Oh how you rage from time to time Blowing off (it’s not just) steam There are no trains here anymore Oh how you rage from time to time The winters long, there’s so much snow There are no trains here anymore We’re left to our own devices The winters long, there’s so much snow We pray for spring, in January We’re left to our own devices This is a top…

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Fiction Poetry Prompted

20+ texts, gaining intensity, written as haikus

by Trish / 04/09/2018

I hope you don’t mind I felt compelled to write you Your words moved me so. What a compliment I find your voice beautiful So much more than mine. Oh honey. You’re just .. It’s like you speak directly .. You make my soul ache. That recognition? When two souls meet, and just know? I’d given up hope. Hope is for suckers. I’ve been telling myself that For so so long now. Ha! Me too. The same. I’ve become so…

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Fiction Poetry Prompted

Demon eyes, rabbits and whiskey – 150 words in the style of Poe.

by Trish / 30/08/2018

As I ponder where I should begin Propped up by whiskey, or is it gin I considered all the words that came before. Inspired by darkness, dreaded, foul Stories that called forth a howl, A scream for mercy I would oft ignore. I delighted in the midnight things, Of demon eyes, the sound of wings, Of monsters that would chill you to the core. I brazenly fulfilled the need, Nefarious thoughts that seemed to breed Like rabbits, seemingly with no…

Musings and reflection Poetry Self-Realization The Mechanics of Dreaming

The commodification of art, aka I made a thing you can buy!

by Trish / 25/05/2018

Hello. It’s been a while since I posted here and the reason for that is because I’ve been writing a book. To be fair, the book was mostly already written, and it was just a matter of putting it together. But so I have, it has a cover and everything (THANK YOU AUTUMN!!!!) and there are just a few incidental details to take care of before it gets printed. One of those details is, how many copies should I print?…

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Poetry

Logophilic rumination

by Trish / 09/03/2018

What is it to be wordsmith? To use symbols to try and make sense? Or dwell in the absurd, if one can find the right word The task can sometimes seem immense. And writing in rhyme can sometimes consume Leaving oneself without much space or room To explore beyond parameters set in their way Though I could do couplets all goddamn day But it’s more about expansion, growth and the new Learning things daily is important too Stuck in the…

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